Reign of a Billionaire : A Dark Mafia Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

“Just because you brought reinforcements doesn’t mean you won,” Mother snickered with a twisted smile. “You’re not getting her. I stopped you eight years ago, I’ll stop you again.”

Kingston flashed her a cold sneer. “Not this time.”

The fight must have almost reached our cell. Punches, grunts, and cracking of bones could be heard, and it wasn’t long before Mother’s men poured into the cell with more behind them. And then a familiar face.

Alexei Nikolaev.

More bullets sounded in the air.

Everything happened too fast. Blood splattered on my face. My ears rang. My chair fell over and my head hit the stone floor so hard I swore I saw stars.

Ignoring it all, I ripped the loosened bindings, then yanked the chair and swung it at Drago. He roared in pain and dropped his gun, sliding it across the floor.

From the corner of my eye, I spotted Kingston, Alexei, and his brothers fighting Sofia’s men.

I stumbled for Drago’s gun, reaching it at the same time as my mother. Then, gripping the gun, I straightened and pointed it at her.

“Tell them all to stop,” I ordered.

“No.” Her eyes roved over the room, pausing on Kingston who had four men rounding up on him. “Ghost won’t last much longer,” she remarked in a bored tone.

I aimed and pulled the trigger, hitting one man between his eyes. “Tell your men to stop or you’ll be the next,” I shouted, my eyes darting between Kingston, his brother, and my mother. If the situation wasn’t so dire, I’d be impressed.

More bodies fell to the ground, the numbers slowly getting even.

“Last warning, Mother,” I said, my chest heaving and rage burning my cheeks. “This problem child won’t hesitate to end you once and for all.”

“Louisa,” Kingston called out, but his voice sounded like he was underwater. “Sunshine, don’t do it.” I looked up, finding him hopping over the dead bodies to get to me. My slender fingers shook around the trigger, needing to end this. For Kingston. For my twin. For Lara.

His big hand wrapped around mine, his body tight, tense, and controlled.

“Let me, sunshine,” he whispered. Alexei was by his side, his brothers eliminating the rest of my mother’s guards. The burning ache in my left wrist registered and my shoulders slumped. “Look away, Lou,” he ordered, his expression deadly and his whole focus on my mother as he told her, “The last faces you see before you die will be ours.”

My fingers wrapped around his forearm and I squeezed, causing him to pause. His gaze darted to me with a raised brow.

“Don’t kill her,” I whispered, looking into his dark eyes. “Quick death… It’s too good for her.”

His shoulders tensed, the hunger for revenge in his dark eyes hard to miss. “You sure?”

“Yes.” I flicked a glance at the woman who destroyed so much. “She wants a quick death. Don’t give her what she wants.”

“Attagirl,” Kingston’s brother Royce said, snapping the last guard’s neck and dumping him onto the ground. “Give that bitch a taste of her own medicine.”

Alexei’s eyes blazed with vengeance. So did Kingston’s brothers’. We’d ended this, once and for all. Their support meant more than I’d ever be able to repay. They’d have my loyalty for the remainder of my days.

Locking eyes with my mother, I breathed, “Let’s see how long you last.”

My mother got her wish. She created monsters.

Chapter 63Louisa

Sofia securely imprisoned and no longer a threat, we left Siberia. Kingston and I agreed that we’d never go back to that hellhole in Russia. Sun, sea, and warm climate would be in store for us from now on.

Two days later, we were finally back in Lisbon where we were met with Lara’s bloodshot eyes and Aurora’s compassionate dark gaze. She squeezed my shoulder and then her brother’s hand before leaving to go meet her husband, who stayed behind with the Nikolaevs.

Karma finally caught up to Sofia Volkov. We’d watched as the Nikolaevs dragged my mother into the basement. She’d live out her days chained like a dog in a cold, windowless room. It was only a matter of time before she met a bitter end.

“Are you okay?” Lara’s soft voice pulled my attention, her hand slipping into mine.

I squeezed it. “I am.”

A visible relief washed over her, and she released a long breath. “I was so worried about you.” Her eyes darted to Kingston. “Both of you.”

Tears filled my eyes as she fell into me, and Kingston wrapped us both into his strong arms.

“It’s our job to worry about you, not the other way around,” Kingston said, his voice rough with emotions.

“How about we all worry about each other?” Lara suggested softly, not pulling away from us.

I smiled tiredly. “I’d like that,” I murmured, clutching her hand. “I’d like that very much.”

“Is something wrong?” Lara asked tentatively, her perception and empathy often in-tune with the emotions surrounding her.

“You were right,” I said, my stomach churning with the recent findings. “My twin is alive. Somewhere in South America.”

She clutched my hand. “You’ll find her.”